Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

"Please allow me to offer you my belated loyalty, Your Majesty Viserys III, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms!"

The disheveled Panbell tried his best to maintain the image of the commander of the Pentos naval fleet in front of Viserys.

"You are also the late Marquis Frey?" Viserys looked Commander Panbell up and down.

Ser Jorah, standing behind His Majesty the King, couldn't help but chuckle, and then explained to the puzzled Princess beside him:

"His Majesty is referring to Lord Ward Frey, Marquis of Luanhe City across the strait, a weasel-like fellow who answered the call of his lord, the Tullys, when Robert rebelled, and is therefore known as the Marquis Frey the Latecomer."

"But shouldn't he be a loyal subject?" Daenerys still couldn't understand the joke.

"Are you referring to his final response to the usurper? No, no, he never stood on the side of the feudal lords or the true dragon. He only stood on his own side. In His Majesty's words, he would help whoever won, that's all."

Ser Jorah always had boundless patience for the beautiful princess.

Commander Panbel lowered his head in shame; what could he say at this moment?

"Rise, Commander Pamball," Viserys waved his hand, gesturing for the other to stand up.

"You know I don't have a good captain who can lead the fleet and train the sailors, so I'll allow you to retain the title of fleet commander, and I'll even add the title of Targaryen before it."

Viserys couldn't find a suitable person to command the navy for the time being, so he had to make do with the belated Panbell for the time being.

"I thought they were going to order him killed."

The players standing on either side watched with great interest as Panbell excitedly stood up and showered Viserys with compliments.

Li Ming looked at Mu Fa, who had spoken, and said calmly:

"Even Cao Cao needed Zhang Yun and Cai Mao to train his navy. The principle is the same. We can't just choose one of us to be the naval commander."

Panbell excitedly stepped forward, attempting to kiss the ring on Viserys' hand to express his feelings and offer his loyalty.

Clang!

A knight with a large beard stood in front of His Majesty, glaring fiercely at the late Commander Panbell.

"That's very impolite, Sir Ignorance." The commander smiled awkwardly, somewhat embarrassed.

"My name is Roland, and I have reason to doubt your loyalty, sir."

"Wow, this foreigner actually took it personally."

"Don't be surprised, some rednecks actually like chivalry."

Viserys ignored the whispers of the players on either side, merely glancing approvingly at Roland's retreating figure, who was also a player, before casually waving at Panbell:

"Alright, I have received your loyalty. Now you may go back to gather the sailors and return to your post."

"Uh, yes, Your Majesty." Panbell turned and left the room with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Those still in the room at this moment are all our own people.

Viserys then put on a gentle smile and faced all the players present:

"Calling a mouse a duck, come forward."

"His Majesty."

Pointing at a mouse and calling it a duck, he walked out of the queue, somewhat bewildered. In his memory, apart from the last cave exploration, most of the rewards were delivered directly to Little Fireman's shop like express delivery, and then the players would go and collect them, right?

Why are they being distributed by NPCs again today?

"I bestow this sword upon you as a reward for your meritorious service in protecting the emperor."

Viserys drew the Valyrian steel longsword, which he had promised to the player as a reward, from his waist.

It had been hanging on my waist the whole time, so taking it out now wouldn't seem out of place in front of Jorah and Daenerys.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhishuweiya reached out and took the longsword. To be honest, the longsword did look quite impressive, majestic and domineering. It was as if it had struck a chord with him.

"Damn, this guy got a freebie." The non-stick pan was a little jealous.

"Hey, Chairman, the reason we lost to them is because our fearsome reputation is too great, and those natives didn't dare to fight us. If it weren't for these assassins taking advantage of 'Guor'..."

The Queen of the Women's Kingdom, seeing this, whispered words of comfort.

"In recognition of your many merits, I, in the name of the rightful successor of the Targaryen dynasty, the rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, the rightful protector of the whole realm, the King of the Rhoynar, the Andals and the First Men."

You are hereby appointed as Intelligence Assistant, and will act as your representative and oversee all intelligence affairs until the Minister of Intelligence arrives.

Your Brotherhood Without Banners will also receive the legitimate title of a Targaryen army: Royal Secret Police.

What the hell?

Am I now a spy chief?

Pointing at a mouse and calling it a duck, blinking my eyes, family, who understands? I, who grew up healthily under the red flag, have become a spy chief in the game!

Although it's a deputy position.

The non-stick pan next to it was even more envious.

The title of grenadier commander suddenly lost its appeal.

"Uh, thank you for your trust, Your Majesty."

After realizing what had happened, he reluctantly accepted the titles of intelligence assistant and secret police chief.

"In addition, you will receive a manor or orchard or something similar from those governors who are going to hell to reflect on their mistakes, as property for the secret police."

Just when Viserys thought the reward for calling a mouse a duck was over, he spoke again.

"Non-stick pan, come forward."

He was still in a daze, calling a mouse a duck.

Viserys had already set his sights on the pyromancer leader standing to the side.

"His Majesty!"

"Is there a share for me?" The non-stick pan excitedly stepped out of the queue and looked at His Majesty the King with great respect.

"The Grenadier Corps will also receive a share of the governors' properties—orchards and land on the plains, shops in the city—you can choose any one of them," Viserys said slowly.

After His Majesty the King finished speaking, the members of the grenadier regiment began to cheer.

This game has finally added a farming system!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

As dawn broke, the weather in the North remained cold.

Summer seems to be coming to an end soon, as the weather is getting colder.

Winter is coming, Bran thought.

Bran Stark, Warden of the North, son of the Duke of Winterfell, is a boy who is only seven years old this year.

But as his father said, he wouldn't stay a child forever.

Therefore, despite his fear, he stared wide-eyed at the "deserter" being slowly led to his father by the guards.

He was a Night's Watchman, a deserter. His father said he had broken his oath, so he would uphold justice and, according to the King's law, execute the deserter.

The mother tried her best to stop it, but she couldn't go against the father's wishes.

To be honest, this was the first time he had been allowed to participate in such a ceremony, so he wasn't entirely afraid; he was also somewhat excited.

Bran thought to himself.

When his head was severed by the clan sword, Frost, Bran bravely did not close his eyes.

He then earned the approving look of his brother, Robb.

"This is the fourth deserter this year," the Duke thought seriously.

The situation is getting worse and worse, and perhaps there is really no other choice but to summon the vassals to march north across the Great Wall and fight the barbarians to the death.

Lord Eddard handed the ice to his captain of the guard, Jori Caesar, and gazed intently northward.